Longing in Poetry

Revised: 08/04/2019 7:47 p.m.

  • May 7, 2018, 5 a.m.
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Does longing ever go away?
I ask myself this often.
What are longings?
Longings are something we aren’t getting elsewhere.

Food, entertainment, affection, love.
Anything can be longed for.
A policeman can long for justice.
A soldier can long for peace.

A prisoner can long for release.
A sailor can long to be on the sea.
A pilot can long to fly.
A patriot can long for freedom.

Longing is something I’ve tried to cut out.
I use to long for many things.
But those have gone away.
Now I long for two things.

Belonging is something I long for.
I want to belong.
I want to be comfortable.
I am tired of being a loner.

I long for one thing constantly.
I long to be with the one I love.
The one I need in my life.
The one I am not with.

When I close my eyes,
she is the one I see.
When I listen to the wind,
it is her voice I hear.

I crave her touch,
like a fish needs water.
I crave her laugh,
like a fire needs air.

I sit in a room full of people
and I am alone.
I sit alone with her
And I am full.

I long for her to be the person
I see when I awake in the morning
I long to get lost in her eyes
In her laugh in her smile


Last updated August 04, 2019


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